I’m writing this in Twin Bridges, Montana. It’s 32 degrees outside and I’m 90 miles away from the big city, Bozeman. This morning I’ve been reading a book of poems, Winter Morning Walks: One Hundred Postcards to Jim Harrison by Ted Kooser. Each poem is about a morning walk he takes from November 9th to March 20th. The day’s date becomes the title of the poem … (click on the title to be taken to the full post)

I just got an e-mail from Betsy Rosenthal who was a student ten years ago (and I still remembered her first published essay – a wonderful piece about suddenly becoming her own mother when she had kids). She wrote me that …